Drought - David Bean

Larry Robinson Lrobpoet at sonic.net
Tue Sep 8 08:00:39 PDT 2015


Drought

In May
the brown ranches
in the lost hills of California
looked like August;
like an old, aging man
whose hair
is thinning
and falling out
from too many winters
and no spring.


Where is the juice?
That burst of veracity
that allows the seasons
to reassume their rhythm.

That young boy's voice
among all these wars
that simply says;
Stop it.

	- David Bean


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